A friend with MS and I went cane shopping (found a beautiful one) and to Sam's. We dined on hot dogs-a rare treat for me. When it was time to clean up my friend grabbed all our trash and teetered to the trash can. A gentleman sitting nearby graciously grabbed the stuff from her hand with a smile on his face. Had I tried to help her she would have decked me :0). I often see strangers going out of their way to help folks. Of course I live in the gentle south.
yes, there are still good people out there. I think a big problem now is people, especially men, are afraid of an offer of help being taken the wrong way. When people, men, women or children hold open a door for me I make sure I say thank you. I especially love the look on young boys/men's faces when I say thank you.
In the early days of his MS, my husband used a lightweight manual wheelchair. I got to push him around everywhere. One day we were shopping at Target. When we got to the parking lot, he transferred to the passenger seat. I folded up the chair and was going to put it into the trunk. A young couple hurried over - probably in their early 20s. The young man asked if he could help, and he lifted the wheelchair into the trunk of the car. The woman was very sweet, asked us if we had a nice time shopping, wished us a good evening.
It was such a small act of kindness, but it's something I remember more than 10 years later.
I try to be good. I am kind of tall, and with shoes that adds about two inches. Now, my life outside the house is pretty limited, about 80% of it spent at supermarkets. So, I often see people reaching for things. Young, old, male or female, if I see they are having trouble, or just that it would be easy for me I try to be unobtrussive, and just say "oh, I'm getting the same thing, let me hand one to you".
A very, very little thing. It is not unselfish on my part. It makes me feel like I am a citizen of the world.
As a short person I love people like you. I try to help people in scooters reach stuff in the market. Have met some really nice people that way. Your key word was unobtrusive.
As one of those people who used one of those scooters (now using a power chair), may I tell you what a blessing shoppers like abby and bluedaze are. The friendliness and willingness to reach things when asked, even though it interrupts your shopping mean alot. And if ever you offer help and are turned down, pleae don't feel upset. We need to do what we can for ourselves too.
On a funny note, while in college I would walk through entry doors and hold them open just a bit longer as I went through so they couldn't swing back and clip my heel or bump me. If I saw someone coming up, especially if they were carrying a bunch of stuff, I'd hold the door for them. I always got these really discomfitted looks, particularly from the male students. I'd say, "There you Go. Have a good day." They'd say , "Thanks." Then I'd chucklemy way back to the dorm.
I can't remember if I mentioned this on another thread, so forgive me if I have. I have a good friend at church who takes DH out to lunch after church so I can go to choir practice & sometimes she comes during the week & takes him out to lunch & keeps him busy for a few hours so I can have some respite time. So a few weeks before Easter I mentioned to her that I was thinking of painting my living room & kitchen. The more I thought about it the more I thought that it was too big a project for me (DH & I always did the painting together). I told her that I decided against painting & she told me that I should go pick out the paint I want because she & a retired man from the congregation were coming over to paint. They came over the Monday & Tuesday before Easter & I did help, but they did the bulk of painting. Since I had to remove a lot of junk in both rooms they now look so clean & fresh & I am now going through boxes of junk & doing some major purging! (very therapeutic!)
MsMagic- I will be in your area on Wed with my son, so if you want, we can go to Publix with you, and knock everything off the top shelves for you. We can probably do it around 9am, and might have everything off the top shelves before the police show up to arrest us.....Just let me know
O.K. Phranque, I'll let you know when I'm going to Publix to buy my 2 liter Pepsi, I stand in that aisle like a little lost soul , waiting for a tall person to come along and reach them for me.
I guess I am a pygmie also - 5'1-1/2" - I come from a family of 5'7" to 6'6" :-) But the other day I was tall enough to get something off a shelf for a gal shorter than me!!!! It was a first and probably will never happen again!
Friends finished shed doors I mistakenly thought dh and I could make - I've learned since that dh can't do many things. I painted the doors and the man & his wife hung them - no small job as door opening aren't exactly even. Last week neighbor mowed our large yard - we had mentioned our mower was in repair shop. We didn't know he was going to mow. I heard his mower outside the house. Yesterday another neighbor moved our 5th wheel from the shed so I can begin cleaning it and getting it ready to sell. We're blessed! I'm hesitant to ask because we can still do many things and I keep thinking I'll need more help in days to come. But I sure appreciate everything done for me.
Yes, there are good people out there! I have received numerous Mother's Day cards and gifts from many of my son's friends! Unbelievable - but they remembered and in remember of him! God bless them all.
This may warm the heart. Another flash mob since the one I showed in the Niagara plaza. There are good people out there. In a subway car in Copenhagen.
bluedaze*, that's got to be load time on your connection. I would let it go through once with the pauses (probably small round circles going around in the center of the screen) and then play it through.
On a day where it's slow, hit the pause button (often you can just click once on the picture itself) and watch the gray band load. When it's almost done, then start playing by clicking on the picture once again.
I just checked and Wimp does pause and play that way.
Yes, Elaine, I do. He was adopted and we sort of "adopted" others along the way. His death shattered me to the core. But his friends came out of the woodwork - and still contact me, call, e-mail, cards - and most I have never met!